Only Ever Been You: DARK MAFIA AGE GAP ROMANCE (Only Ever You Series Book 2)
About
Raffaele DiNucci
Five years ago, my world shattered when my wife was murdered. The woman with whom I had built a life—the mother of my sons—was taken from me in cold blood. At 47, I found myself hollowed out, burdened by guilt, rage, and grief. I buried her... and with her, I buried the man I once was.
Six months later, in the sun-drenched streets of Sorrento, I was nothing but a grieving Don, desperate for a moment of peace—and a cup of coffee. That’s when I saw her.
Harmony De Laurentiis.
She literally ran into me. Coffee spilled all over my shirt. I snapped at her, too lost in my pain to see the miracle standing before me. But then I looked at her. Those unforgettable aqua-blue eyes, the caramel-brown skin kissed by the sun, curves that could weaken any man—and something else. A softness. A strength. A light I hadn’t felt in years.
I didn’t know she owned Caffe MareLuce. I didn’t know her story. But I knew she awakened something in me that I thought was long gone. I returned the next day. And the next. Until I finally asked her out.
She said yes.
Two months later, I was in love. Madly. Desperately. Harmony wasn’t just the second chance I never expected—she was my salvation. But I was afraid. Afraid she deserves someone better than a man with blood on his hands and scars on his soul.
So, I let her go.
I broke her heart.
And mine along with it.
Three months after we ended, I found her crying outside her cafe. Bruised. Shaken. Her ex-husband had hit her. She had tried to give their marriage another shot—and he nearly destroyed her. That night, I went back with her. I helped her pack. I made sure he’d never touch her again. And I took her to her parents’ house—safe, but still broken.
I loved her. I still do.
But I left her again... because I didn’t believe I was worthy of the kind of love she gave so freely.
Now, five years later, I’m in New York. My eldest son, Silvio, invited me to meet his new fiancée—the woman who gave him hope. I walk into their home, and there she is.
Harmony.
The love of my life.
My past, my present... and maybe, my future.
Silvio never told her about us, and he never told me he knew. But I see it in his eyes—he wants her for himself. What he doesn’t understand is this... Harmony and I aren’t a memory. We’re a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love. One born in pain, sealed in passion and written in the stars.
The kind of love that never dies.
The kind worth fighting for.